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gad, to shew me one such Conqueror, as this Drawcansir.
Johns. I swear, I think you may.
Smi. But, Mr. Bayes, how shall all these dead men go off? for I see none alive to help 'em.
Bayes. Go off! why, as they came on; upon their legs: how should they go off? Why, do you think the people do not know they are not dead? He is mighty ignorant, poor man; your friend here is very silly, Mr. Johnson, I gad; he is. Come, Sir, I'l show you go off. Rise, Sirs, land go about your business. There's go off for you. Hark you, Mr. Ivory. Gentlemen, I'l be with you presently. [Exit.
Johns. Will you so? then we'l be gone.
Smi. I, pr'ythee let's go, that we may preserve our hearing. One Battel more would take mine quite away. [Exeunt.
Enter Bayes and Players.
Bayes. Where are the Gentlemen?
1 Play. They are gone, Sir.
Bayes. Gone! 'Sdeath, this last Act is best of all. I'l go fetch 'em again. [Exit.
3 Play. Stay, here's a foul piece of papyr of his. Let's see what 'tis. [Reads.The Argument of the Fifth Act.
Cloris, at length, being sensible of Prince Pretty-man's passion, consents to marry him; but, just as they are going to Church, Prince Pretty-man meeting, by chance, with old Joan the Chandlers widow, and remembring it was she that first brought him acquainted with Cloris: out of a high point of honour, break off his match with Cloris, and marries old Joan. Upon which, Cloris, in despair, drowns her self: and Prince Pretty-man, discontentedly, walks by the River side.
1 Play. Pox on't, this will never do: 'tis just like the rest. Come, let's be gone. [Exeunt.
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